Waking up on another day/Last night’s mistakes sleepin’ in the hay/The sun cracks open like a runny egg/I found my body in your head
from Feast of Stephen lyrics by Protomartyr
Casey navigates a hangover that has him feeling his life slip through his fingers, but he takes some solace knowing “they can’t stone [him] ‘til [he] fall[s] asleep.” Reflecting the fuzzy din in his head on a rough morning, the chords rarely resolve, spending most of their time in the tensing up. There are a lot of subtle intricacies across this album helping his spoken-word style make an impact.
